With the cookbook promotional tour over, Andy Husbands is back in the kitchen at Rouge. Emboldened by some great cocktails (their barman is outstanding), we decide to get out of our rut of always ordering the excellent barbecue.
Sadly, our entrees arrive stone cold. We have to send them back for a warm-up, but the result is never as good as when the dishes come out of the kitchen steaming hot.
The flank steak in particular comes back too well cooked, drier and chewier. Don't know whether to blame the kitchen or the server, but it's not a frenzied evening; the place is less than half full.
They comp our dessert, which is a nice gesture, but I'd frankly rather pay for dessert and have our entrees come out promptly.
Maybe this is the Dining Deity's way of telling us to stick to barbecue here?